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Entry tags:
- !ota,
- asoiaf: margaery tyrell,
- asoiaf: sansa stark,
- crown: elizabeth windsor,
- division: kira akiyama,
- doctor who: amy pond,
- doctor who: rory williams,
- dragon age: astrid hawke,
- fullmetal alchemist: riza hawkeye,
- izombie: ravi chakrabarti,
- losers: cougar alvarez,
- marvel: clint barton,
- marvel: peggy carter,
- marvel: sam wilson,
- marvel: thor odinson,
- moana: moana,
- star wars: leia organa
if the sky can crack [OTA mingle]
Hail had been falling for two days now, peppering the ground and shredding the grass but rather than melt away like a late spring storm it had only intensified, growing in diameter and moving from a mild annoyance to damned near deadly. As the storm raged, ice flew up through updrafts and was forced back to earth in the downdraft, accumulating layer after layer of murky debris until it went hurtling toward the earth with wicked accuracy.
Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.
After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.
[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]
Shingles were ripped from roofs, the wind howled and lightning cracked. The hail had driven both humans and animals into the safety of the indoors, to the dark corners of buildings that might withstand the assault. With only candlelight and the hushed voices of villagers to stave off fear and boredom, the storm raged like a sentient being heedless of those who might be caught in the path.
After the storm, a calm came over the land and weak sunlight glinted off smoke-tinged ice. Steam rose from the melt and humidity was thick in the air; petrichor hung heavy, a soothing scent after a savage display of natural fury.
[OOC: Your hail mingle post. Feel free to have characters on the run, gathering animals or inside the Town Hall waiting out the storm.]
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"I loved her very much. I wish you could have met her. Now, my father? He was a great warrior but more than that, he was a brilliant man. He sought knowledge over battle. We're not very alike," Thor conceded, laughing a little.
"I am not known for either patience or discretion. I tend to barrel in without a lot of either and hope for the best."
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When he said he wasn't known for patience or discretion, Annie laughed and hugged him a little tighter. "I could have told you that," she said with a kiss to his temple, resting her head against his. "But I have no doubt that your parents would be proud of what you've done here."
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"I was a different man once. I used my influence and my military prowess to be a proud man instead of a good man."